the silence itself is the script: the silence itself is the script...
Buddhist?
Thanks for helping me hear the silence. The funny thing is ... had you not said, or rather written the words, would I have still heard it?
Peace
Thank you for bringing both: Thank you for bringing both conviction and close reading here.
I share your sense that homelessness in wealthy societies
is less about resources than will, and your naming of
hyper‑individualism as tyranny sharpens that truth.
I’m glad that the hinge between physical and emotional
exile spoke to you, that your pause on
“Marble floors echo louder than alleys” felt like the loop closing.
I am so grateful to you.
The jester’s chant, the:
The jester’s chant, the dragons, the stage, all circling around themes of illusion, temptation, and emptiness like a surreal carnival. I especially felt the tension between humor and dread, and the way the final image leaves the speaker undone. It’s unsettling, but in a way that lingers like a dream you can’t quite shake.
Glad to have brought some: Glad to have brought some enjoyment and interaction. We would have been different poets or worked at it in other ways had there been no social media aspect to this exercise.
A beautiful devotional:
A beautiful devotional response,
It is moving how you weave Tyutchev’s contemplative spirit
into a deeply personal affirmation of faith.
The image of resting at Christ’s feet,
paired with the scriptural echoes of Galatians and 1 John,
gives the poem both intimacy and timelessness.
It reads like a prayer as much as a poem.